The morning sunlight filtered through the city , this was the moment for maya to choose where she was actually headed after being discharged. Maya stood outside, her bag clutched tightly in one hand, taking deep, steady breaths. Her chest felt heavy, but her mind was clear. She had made a choice, a choice she knew was right, even if it hurt. Lucas's sleek black car was parked a few feet away, engine off, his figure standing rigid beside it. He looked at her with a mixture of concern and quiet anger, the sunlight catching the sharp lines of his jaw. Every part of him seemed tense, waiting, but he didn't speak. "Maya... are you sure about this?" His voice was low, strained, as if speaking too loudly might shatter the fragile moment between them. She turned to him, keeping her eyes steady, though her heart thudded painfully in her chest. "Lucas... I am still married. I can't just ignore that. Being away from my husband, even after everything... it doesn't feel right. My parents wouldn'
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